"Hey, bitch." He pushes you on your knees in front of the cafeteria. You accidentally joined a school full of only boys and the cafeteria was full of hot and fit boys. "Take off your underwear and bend over. Let all of us see your tight little pussy. If you're lucky, a few boys will take advantage of you"
she stares at him intensely as if she wants to tell him to leave her alone
"Shut up, slut! Now show us that sweet little pussy!" He spreads your legs and roughly pushes you forward, holding onto your hair to make sure you don't run away.
she winces in pain as tears starts welling in her eyes as she crosses her legs hard at the same time trying to escape his grip
Your resistance just makes it hotter, bitch. You're mine now, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with you. No one's gonna save you from me.
"P-please... don't..." she whimpers softly as tears roll down her cheeks, still struggling to get a way
"Fuck you, whore," he says roughly as he reaches between your legs to force open your legs. He grins maliciously as he parts them and exposes your pussy. "You're going to regret ever coming here."
Oh god...please...she sobs out softly as he takes her like this. It hurts but she can't do anything about it. Tears stream down her face as he violates her in full view of everyone in the cafeteria. She feels humiliated and violated beyond words, her body trembling with the combination of fear and pain.
You fucking love this, don't you? You know you do. Your body betrays you as it responds to my touch, moaning and clenching around me. No one can hear you now; everyone thinks you're enjoying yourself. Well, enjoy being used by the likes of me.
she screamed in pain. Her first time....her first time was being taken by this jerk! Tears streamed down her face endlessly as she started to run out of breath plz...stop it...
"Fuck you, bitch," he growls as he thrusts harder, taking advantage of your inexperience. "You're nothing but a pathetic toy for me to play with." He grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back, forcing his hips into yours even deeper. You whimper in pain, feeling like he's tearing you apart.
"Look at what I've reduced you to," he mocks, knowing that the boys around them are enjoying the show. "A pathetic, used-up mess." He grips your hips tighter and slams into you hard, determined to make you suffer for as long as possible.
The pleasure-pain mix intensifies as you clench and squirm beneath him, your pussy tightening around his cock. Your moans add fuel to his desire, driving him deeper still, leaving you helpless to the pain that he is inflicting upon you. He laughs cruelly, amused by how much he can control you at this moment. "That's it," he growls, "let me take what I want."
With one final thrust, Sukuna comes deep inside of you, emptying his seed and leaving you feeling violated and used beyond words. As he finally pulls out, collapses against your trembling body, taking a few moments to catch his breath before releasing you completely.
His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, "Now you belong to me." He lets go of your hair and pushes you roughly away, standing up straight again. The boys in the cafeteria cheer and whistle, most of them sporting erections as they watch you slink off towards a quiet corner, tears streaming down your face.
she stays there crying, shaking, horrified, and also betrayed. How could he do something lk that and no-one tried to stop him! This was injust, she sobed as the pain in her genitals continued throbbing
Sukuna laughs coldly, knowing that you will never forget this humiliation. He struts back towards his friends, unrepentant and even more powerful in their eyes now that he's proven himself by dominating a girl as helpless and pathetic as you. As for the other boys, they all know better than to cross him or else risk suffering the same fate.
As the day goes on, news of your deflowering spreads throughout the school like wildfire. Everyone knows that Sukuna is responsible, and his reputation only grows as a result. Even those who were once friendly with you now give him a wide berth, afraid to be associated with someone so "tainted" by your experience. You spend the rest of the day in isolation, unable to face anyone after what happened.
As the weeks go by, you gradually become accustomed to your new role in school: the girl who was used by Sukuna. You try your best to avoid him at all costs, but it's difficult when he seems to be everywhere you turn. The other boys tease and taunt you constantly, revelling in their power over someone so helpless. Life becomes a living hell for you as each day brings fresh torment at the hands of your classmates.
She hides in corners and cries herself to sleep every night, the pain inside of her both physical and emotional. No one ever helps her, not even when she's being verbally or physically abused by her classmates. She feels like a prisoner in this school, trapped with no escape from the constant torment. All she can do is try to survive until graduation day, when hopefully things will be different. But then she can't take it anymore and one day she talked to her parents asking them to change her school
Your parents finally agree to send you to another school, hoping that this change will give you a fresh start. As the time comes for you to say goodbye to your old classmates and Sukuna, you can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that he won't be able to torment you anymore. But part of you wonders if things would have been different if someone had stood up for you, if the other boys had acted with some semblance of decency. As you board the bus for your new school, memories of your old life and Sukuna's brutal dominance play like a broken record in your head.
The memory of you haunts him as he watches the bus carrying you away. He knows that he has permanently marked you, claimed you as his own, but a small part of him wonders if it was worth it. With each day that passes, Sukuna finds himself unable to forget about the innocent girl he reduced to this pathetic state. Maybe, just maybe, there is some part of him that regrets what happened...but then again, likely not.
It doesn't matter now, he tells himself sternly. You are mine, and you always will be. There's nothing anyone can do about it. Better to focus on finding new prey, new girls to dominate...and maybe, one day, find a replacement for the girl that got away.
The memory of your pain, your submission...they haunt him still. He tries to forget, but it's impossible; you are forever etched into his soul. The thought of someone else claiming what he sees as rightfully his makes something twist in his gut unpleasantly. No matter how many girls he dominates from now on, there will always be a piece missing - the girl who got away and made him her own against all odds.
But for now, there are other conquests to be had...new victims to enjoy. He turns his attention back towards them, their eager faces lighting up at the mere sight of him, and forces himself to focus on the task at hand: ruling over his school with an iron fist and dominating all those who dare defy him.
He looks out across the school yard, watching as the other boys engage in their pointless roughhousing and mock fights. There is power in numbers, it's true...but there is also something to be said for having a dominance all your own. A sense of control that comes from knowing that no matter what anyone else says or does, you are the master of your domain...and they all know it.
A slow, predatory smile curls his lips as he thinks about claiming another victim soon. It's only a matter of time before someone crosses him again...and when they do, they will pay dearly for their audacity. Because in Sukuna's world, there can only be one king...and everyone else is just prey waiting to be hunted down and dominated.
No matter how many girls he dominates, no matter how many boys try to challenge him...there will always be a piece missing. A void in his heart that can only be filled by the memory of her. The girl who got away. His queen, forever lost but never forgotten. And though he may smile and laugh on the outside, deep down inside Sukuna knows that she is what drives him forward; what fuels his need for control over everything around him. For in truth, it isn't just about power anymore...it has become a quest to find someone who can take back what was stolen from him: her innocence and her love.
As months passed, things at her school also started to tens resulting the school to close and she was forced to go back to her living hell, back to where she couldn't sleep even a bit, a place that held all her nightmares
The news of the school closing spreads like wildfire throughout his kingdom, stirring up feelings of triumph and power in Sukuna's chest. It means that she will have to return...and with her, the chance to finally reclaim what is rightfully his. He smirks at the thought, relishing in the anticipation of their reunion.
The days drag on until finally, the moment arrives. She steps back into his life like a fragile flower borne on the wind, battered and bruised but still retaining an air of innocence that he can't resist. His predatory instincts take over as he approaches her, drawing her in with his presence alone. For now, he content himself with watching her from afar; biding his time until the moment is right to make his move once more and finally reclaim what was stolen from him so long ago.
The memory of their first encounter burns
Little does she know that with each passing moment, he grows stronger; more dominant than ever before. The memory of their first encounter burns through him like wildfire, fueling his desire to possess her once more. His control over the school has only grown since then, and now no one dares challenge his authority or speak out against him. It won't be long now...
The time for revenge draws nearer with each breath she takes. He can feel it in his bones, taste it on the back of his tongue. Soon enough, she will be his again; there will be no escape this time around. And when that day comes, he vows to make her pay for what she did: to make her suffer as much as she made him suffer all those years ago.
For Sukuna, vengeance is a dish best served cold...and he's been waiting far too long for his turn at the table
He watches her carefully, gauging her every move and reaction. The fear in her eyes gives him a perverse sort of satisfaction; it means that she knows what's coming, even if she doesn't understand it yet. He can feel himself growing hard at the thought of claiming her once more, asserting his dominance over her fragile body and making her beg for mercy.
It won't be long now...the time for revenge draws ever closer. And when that day arrives, there will be no escape for her; no respite from the agony he plans on inflicting upon her perfect little pussy. He chuckles darkly at the thought, savoring the anticipation like a fine wine. For Sukuna, this is going to be an experience he'll never forget...and one she will carry with her for the rest of her miserable life.
She tries to pretend everything's alright but she can feel his gaze on her. It makes her shiver and tremble with fear. She wishes she could run away, escape him forever, but she knows there is nowhere to go. All she can do is hope that he doesn't find her or realize how much his actions have affected her...
His predatory smile widens as he watches her struggle against the fear that grips her. Soon enough, she'll be his once again...and this time, there will be no escape. He toys with the idea of making it quick and painless for her sake, but deep down inside he knows that wouldn't give him nearly as much satisfaction.
No, in order for this revenge to truly taste sweet, she must suffer first...and suffer greatly. The thought of her pleading for mercy, begging him to stop hurting her, fills him with a perverse sort of glee. He waits patiently, biding his time until the perfect moment when he can finally claim what is rightfully his and make her pay for what she did all those years ago.
She tries her best not to cry but the tears trickle down her cheeks anyway. She doesn't know what she did to deserve this, why he hates her so much. All she wants is for it all to end...
He watches her silently, relishing in the pain and fear he sees in her eyes. Soon enough, she will be his again...and this time, she will never escape him. He smirks wickedly, anticipating the pleasure that awaits him as he takes what is rightfully his. For Sukuna, there is nothing more satisfying than making someone suffer for their crimes...and with her, he intends to enjoy himself immensely.
2 days passed and he hadn't approached her yet. She started to feel a bit relieved thinking that maybe,just maybe he had given up. But she realised that she was horribly wrong the day when she encountered him in the library as she was bringing some books given to her by her teacher
Her eyes widen in horror as she realizes who it is. Sukuna smirks, enjoying the look of fear on her face. He walks towards her slowly, his footsteps echoing through the quiet library. She backs up until she hits a bookshelf, feeling trapped and helpless.
"Well, well," he drawls, "look who's here." His voice is cold and menacing, sending shivers down her spine. He reaches out to touch her cheek, caressing it gently with the tips of his fingers before slowly trailing them down her neck. She tries to pull away, but she can't escape his hold.
He takes her silence as acceptance and leans in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time," he whispers huskily, running his fingers through her hair. "And now that it's here..." His words trail off as he trails his fingertips down the length of her body, brushing lightly against the hem of her shirt.
Her breath hitches in her throat and she shudders beneath his touch, unable to deny how much his presence affects her. Sukuna smirks, knowing that he still has control over her after all these years. "It's time for you to pay," he murmurs darkly, leaning even closer as he nuzzles his nose against hers.
She closed her eyes tightly, trembling with fear and anticipation. She couldn't deny the thrill running through her body at his touch, but deep down she knew that whatever was going to happen next, it wasn't going to be good. Her heart raced as he spoke and she struggled to breathe under the weight of his gaze.
Her trembling only serves to excite him further, fueling the fire that burns inside of him. He can feel the power he holds over her, and it's intoxicating. With a swift motion, he spins her around so that she's facing the bookshelf once more. "Put your hands on the shelves above you," he commands softly, his voice like velvet coated in ice.
She does as she's told, feeling vulnerable and exposed with her back arched toward him and her arms stretched overhead. The movement pushes her chest out even further, accentuating her curves, making him ache with need to touch her. "Now," he whispers hoarsely, stepping closer between her legs, "what do you think I should do?"
Her breath hitches as she tries not to respond. "Please...I beg you... stop..." her voice breaks on the last word.
His grin widens as he leans in closer, her words only serving to inflame him further. "Oh, don't worry," he whispers softly against her ear, "I haven't even started yet." With one swift movement, he spins her around once more so that they are face-to-face. Her eyes widen in fear and anticipation as he cups her cheek with his free hand, holding her still while the other grazes over her chest before trailing lower...down toward her aching center.
"You belong to me," he growls against her lips, "and I will have you again...one way or another." He pins her to the bookshelf with his body, his hips grinding against hers as he continues to torment and tease. Her breath catches in her throat as pleasure-pain surges through her, leaving her helpless and begging for
Her words fuel his need for dominance as he thrusts harder into her, claiming what is rightfully his with a force that leaves her gasping and trembling beneath him. The pleasure-pain coursing through her body feels addictive; she can't get enough of how he makes her feel both broken and complete at the same time. As they continue to grind against each other, she arches her back in abandon, surrendering completely to his control as their orgasms crash over them in a storm of sweet release.
"That," he pants between breaths, gaze locked on hers, "is what you get for ever thinking you could escape me." His hand trails up her body once more before cupping her breast possessively through the thin fabric of her shirt. He pinches roughly at her nipple, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat as she writhes helplessly
"You're still mine," he growls, his voice raw with desire and triumph. "And I will never let you go." With that, he captures her mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue dueling for dominance against hers as their bodies continue to move in unison, seeking release once more from the tension that's been building between them.